stargateficrec | Premonition by WinkyB (R)

Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: slash
Warning: sex, language
Author on LJ:

blue_meridian
Author's Website: LJ tag
Link: http://blue-meridian.livejournal.com/72051.html

Why This Must Be Read: This is a lovely portrait of Jack the general, slowly growing out of shape in Washington. But he knows Daniel better than anyone, and when he senses Daniel is getting ready to pull one of his stunts, dammit, he'll do whatever it takes to save him. The way he pulls together and gets his edge back, because he's not losing Daniel, is fabulous.

There's also wonderful Jack POV on single-minded Daniel and great cameos by the rest of the SGC.

This was written pre-Shroud, and is the story I wanted The Shroud to be. *Even though it's a projected s10 fic, if you want to be totally and completely unspoiled for The Shroud, you may want to wait a week before reading.*

Excerpt:
Jack knew what this was, this sense, this… warning. He’d felt it before but dismissed it, too caught up in other concerns to pay it attention at the time, or to really believe it until after the fact. But now, this time, he could identify it and it was lying like ice cold water in his gut.

Daniel was going to do something stupid. Really stupid. Oh, it might be selfless and noble and even brilliant, but it would also be very, very stupid – and probably fatal.

Jack realized he was still standing in the living room, staring like he was stalking a Daniel shaped target. Shaking loose from the stillness, he settled into the recliner and pretended to watch the television while he formulated and discarded a dozen different ways to stave off the inevitable. By the time the credits were rolling on the second show of the evening, he was realizing that there simply wasn’t a way, short of knocking Daniel unconscious and stuffing him in a stasis chamber.

Tempting, but not a long term solution.

He flicked another glance towards the glow of the laptop where Daniel had barely stirred for the past two hours and then pondered his second beer. He looked down and tapped at his softening midsection with the bottle and scowled. What had bothered him most since his spine had started that tingling was looking in the mirror. When he shaved in the morning he saw an old man looking back at him, his face filled out, the hard lines softened; sitting behind a desk, even on multiple continents, was doing nothing for his girlish figure. If he was too weak and too slow, who was going to drag Daniel back from the edge of some other plane of existence?

The fact was, the whole universe had a hard on for Daniel and he was starting to get that look of being available to the highest bidder. Which for Daniel meant whoever did the best job of looking like they needed saving. Daniel was restless and when that happened he went looking for a cause, always biting off a hell of a lot more than he could chew.

Then, when Jack had his back turned, he walked right into the lion’s den.